Since the Chinese team scored the second goal, at the moment of the 65th minute, everyone except the players on the court is no longer in the game.

The outcome is fixed.

In the stands, Chinese fans, who account for only a quarter of the audience, made the Seoul World Cup Stadium the same as the Chinese team's home stadium.

The bench started to be restless. Madaloni turned to the bench and gave each bench player a high-five. The bench players are also an important part of the team. Lippi’s coaching staff has always thought that the role of the bench players is no less than that of the home team. .

The Chinese team all stood up and stood in front of the bench. They have thrown away their towels. In each of them, the remaining twenty minutes are garbage time. If football can be like a curling game It's good to admit defeat in advance, they can immediately rush into the stadium to cheer.

It's just that when everyone is so excited, Madaloni saw Zhou Tiancheng actually holding his mobile phone with his head down and taking pictures while pressing the screen. He walked in front of Zhou Tiancheng and said with a warning tone: "Zhou, you What are you doing? The game is not over yet, are you not going to celebrate with everyone?"

Zhou Tiancheng stood up with a smile, took the phone to Madaloni and asked him, "Don't get excited, Comrade Masimi. Take two photos, you don't think it's a shame if this historic scene is not recorded. Look at this atmosphere, even in San Siro?"

Madaloni glanced, his face gradually calmed down, patting Zhou Tiancheng's shoulder, but instead showing a smile, obviously accepting Zhou Tiancheng's reason, but whispered: "Now don't worry now? You should wait At the end of the game, I can guarantee that the scene is definitely more spectacular."

Zhou Tiancheng raised his head: "Wait for me for a minute."

He saved the set of live photos he took on his mobile phone, uploaded it to Weibo, and quickly entered a short word: coordinate Seoul, target Brazil! Thanks to the brothers on the field, next year, we will be the protagonist together!

Zhou Zhenyong, who was cheering together among the fans in the stands, suddenly felt that the mobile phone in the bag was vibrating, and the new news on Weibo, he didn’t want to control it, but he shouted the audience, feeling that his throat was unbearable, and he just sat down and took a rest a bit.

Seeing Zhou Tiancheng's Weibo, he glanced in the direction of the bench with some consternation, and whispered with a smile: "This kid... who should thank who in the end! Haha!"

Zhou Zhenyong sighed in his heart. He still remembers that he almost took the young Zhou Tiancheng here to watch the first World Cup journey of the Chinese team here more than ten years ago. This is just ten years later. On the stage of the World Cup, Zhou Tiancheng Will walk from the TV to the stadium, and it is clear that all Chinese fans expect the World Cup to focus on him to the greatest extent.

And this time, definitely not just score a goal, score a point, and win a game.

...

On the media table next to He Wei, the reporters who had no right to broadcast and only used pen and paper to report on the spot had no intention of working anymore. They yelled, clapped and even hugged each other excitedly.

They come from newspapers, TV stations, radio stations, and new online media. They may not be familiar, or even do not know. They may still be competitors to compete for the right to news coverage, but at this moment they can understand each other-we are common The team is proud.

In front of the commentary seats, He Wei kept up and down on his chest, struggling to take a deep breath, suppressing his vibrato: "I don’t think anyone can be calm now, I can tell everyone that Xu Yang and I are now standing waiting for the next It’s not possible to be restless during the game time. Fans will wait with us! It’s not long before we have ten minutes!"

Xu Yang echoed with a loud voice: "Rippie has come to the sidelines. At this moment we have to thank this old man standing in the rain."

Lippi didn't have any expression. He still clasped his hands on his chest. The rain was hitting him slowly, but the old man didn't move at all. His heart was definitely not as calm as the surface. At this moment, there was a fire-like passion burning. Although he has stood at the pinnacle of the World Cup and has surpassed the crowd, this is not the same. At least for Chinese fans, the meaning is absolutely different.

Hong Mingfu is still making his final attempt and has replaced the offensive midfielder Nan Taixi. Now he has no other ideas. Anyhow he scores a goal, otherwise he can't really explain to the fans.

The South Korean team was like a dying beast at the last moment, and the last power burst out hoping to bite the opponent.

But the South Korean team's offense was more like a setback. Ming Tao continued to expand his attack range at the last moment, and he resolved his opponent's offense again and again.

The whole game went to stoppage time. The fourth official signaled three minutes of stoppage time, but the referee Williams was really awesome. He saw the ball right at the foot of the Chinese team and controlled the fall. The bench was already on the bench. Started restless, ready to rush into the field at any time, sounded a long whistle 20 seconds in advance, hands pointed at the middle circle.

The rain on the scene is getting bigger and bigger, but what is this for Chinese fans? Everyone has a passion for skyrocketing.

He Wei excitedly shouted from the TV set, "The game is over! The game is over! We are out! We can go to Brazil! The Chinese team won 18 points in six games, and there is no suspense from the top ten group A. Qualify!"

When He Wei said this, lightnovelpub.net~ was like telling an unbelievable thing, and the fact is the same, almost crushing the top ten in a flat manner, any Chinese fan OK.

And when all this becomes reality, all the Chinese fans on the scene can do is to declare victory at the Seoul World Cup Stadium with a uniform song.

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, how loud is the victory song! Singing to our dear motherland, from then on to prosperity and prosperity..."

The horn of victory, familiar to all Chinese fans, was once sung in Wulihe, and it was taken to the World Cup in Korea and Japan.

A year later, there will be an absolutely amazing number of Chinese fans brought to Brazil.

CCTV chose He Wei instead of Duan Xuan to explain ahead. There is a reason. Watching the Chinese team players form a circle on the court, embracing and celebrating deeply, "He Da Poet" started to be sensational again.

He took a deep breath and said emotionally: "It is often said that the rain is the sky dew, a gift from heaven. It happened that when the Chinese team took the lead, it began to rain. Even the gods were created by the Chinese team. I am touched that this is a magical counterattack. If the Asian Cup is not enough, the journey of this preliminaries is enough to prove that the Chinese team is the absolute king of Asian football! But don’t forget that our most high-spirited people did not come out and wait for his return. At that time, we can go to a higher peak, reorganize and start again. We can definitely look forward to the next World Cup Chinese team will never return empty-handed!"

Xu Yang said excitedly: "Let's talk about the future, now is the time when there is wine and drunk now, enjoy this moment, we are out!"

These five striking characters appeared on the televisions of thousands of households.

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